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8 yrs ago
Sometimes I don’t feel like writing but then I look at the rest of these forums and realize they’re dead af so I can’t be dead af either
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9 yrs ago
I am tired and very stressed - I will probably not be able to push out any replies for some time.
9 yrs ago
Will be away for three days - near to absolutely no internet. I'm afraid.
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9 yrs ago
I swear to God all the icons on the page turned into emojis for a moment...
9 yrs ago
I think I’m starting to be known on the guild as the guy who expresses interest in RPs but never joins
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OBJECTION jk.

I lurv tacos.

Buuuusy making a CS...
PPS: IRL stuff is beginning to take up most of my time, so don't expect to see me around very frequently.
Update.

I am a HE, for those poor souls who refer to me as a she or transgender or neither or whatever.

P.S will be posting a 'moods and status' thread in suggestions.
Too much poop going on.

Someone give me a brief summary of the situation.
Reeeeservd thief for meh.
((Sorry I haven't posted in a while, IRL stuff going on.))

Thorgrim growled as menacingly as he could at the knight, but the important thing was that his advisors had managed to get away. With a truly passionate battle cry, Thorgrim head butted the knight, sending him tottering towards the conference table. At once, Thorgrim leapt upon the knight. They wildly thrashed about, burly dwarven fist meeting cursed iron plate. Thorgrim managed to briefly commandeer his blunderbuss and put another round in the knight's exposed face. "Seems like my new invention works wonders, canhead!"
A hammer-wielding rune-exploding dwarf crashed a church party and no one's reacting?
Thorgrim was taken aback at first as a hulking grey armor-clad knight strode towards him, greatsword in hand. With an impressive amount of willpower and an almighty battle cry, Thorgrim threw the fellow onto the table. The knight looked obviously stunned, but he was certainly going to get up again. Thorgrim quickly fished for his just-in-case weapon from his chest and brought out a blunderbuss of questionable size. Indeed, this was why the pack was so heavy. Thorgrim put a round in the knight's helmet and ordered his advisors to ditch the chest and to help evacuate the castle. Suddenly, something dawned on Thorgrim: once they were out, where were they to go?
"Commander Maverous! Do we return to our home kingdoms or rally?"
The church vibrated with the brutal breaking of the church's wooden portals and the simultaneous sound of a dwarf's savage war cry. Various runes of different shapes and sizes were swirling around the hooded dwarf, who had just brandished a humongous warhammer and had begun swinging it in a frenzy. The dwarf soon found a tottering old undead, the poor zombie barely able to stand. A dark and final day it was for that undead minion, for the dwarf then proceeded to smite his rotting head off with amazing strength. "BLOODY BLACK SKULLS!" was heard numerous times in the church and outside graveyard.
Thorgrim turned to face the dark, cloaked man with strange feelings of both dread and amusement. "Bloody hell, mate. Why in the gods' names do you wear your black bathrobes to the annual kingdom's conference?" He waited for a hearty laugh from the other representatives, but they all held a unmoving expression of terror. Then it suddenly dawned upon him - this was the Forbidden Kingdom's representative. "Okay, mate. Methinks that ye dark magic garments an' all is scaring the bloody dung out of these very nice representatives that you're about ta have a civilized talk with, not to impale them with unholy stakes o' darkness and all that crap. And ye bettah apologize to Mr. Dogood Paladin over there who seems like he's about to impale YE with a stake - or a sword, for that matter."
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